I want my daughter to be a witch
And by witch I mean I want her to enchant the masses
Not just with a pretty face, but with a beautiful mind
Put a spell on all those who doubt her
I want her to dance around the house chanting of the things she adores most
Speaking them into existence through her mind's eye
She'll sit in the yard and brew her potions of mud and rocks in kitchen bowls
And I'll watch on with a smile, knowing how powerful one little girl can be
As she gets older I want her to speak her name like an incantation to all she meets
I want her to conjure the fire in her soul
Manifest it in front of the eyes that cast a shadow at her
Harvest the very flame they try to burn her with
Learn how to hold it in the palm of her hand and present it like a trophy
I want her to be as powerful and magical as the witches they couldn't kill
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consumed
Poetry|3rd place poetry in The Butterfly Awards 2019 🦋| There are times in life where you become consumed by thoughts of many things. Instead of letting them overtake you, express them.
